One of the wonderful things about being retired is to be able to take life slowly. I don't mean that I drift about all day doing nothing. In fact I'm as busy as I was when I went out to work. I still have commitments, but I have the freedom now to choose how I spend most days. To take in and enjoy all the little things in life is a great privilege.
There's a poem by William Henry Davies:
'What is this life if full of care
we have no time to stand and stare'
And as I walk almost the same path each day I so much enjoy the changes I see along the way.
As I passed by the woods the other morning I could smell the wild garlic, which tempted me inside.There I found bluebells, buttercups and old tree stumps. I was reminded of years ago when we used to walk here with our children and they always played on a massive old tree stump. I found the remains of it, much rotted down now but still there. There was a little area with lots of old tree stumps and logs and I wondered if this was where my grandson and his school class go when they have their 'woodland classroom'.
Down the lane, where I walk several times a week, everything is changing. The hawthorn blossom is out, reminding me both of the hedges near my childhood home and of our first house when we were married where we planted a hawthorn hedge. I love the delicate scent of the blossom.
'No time to stand beneath the boughs
and stare as long as sheep or cows'
The cows were out in the field being quite inquisitive as I passed by
'A poor life this if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare'





